"I came to be with my father," she tells Susan, and points with her free hand up at the stars above. Some faded ones hover near the eastern horizon. "When we grow old and weak, we fall to the seas in the east of the world, there to live in human form and slowly regain our power by every morning eating a fire-berry from the valley of the sun."

She smiles, sweet. "My father, Ramandu, was one such star. I stayed with him on the island at the edge of the world, and there I met Caspian and his friends. And so I twice chose to stay for love, and walked the world a while as a mortal woman."